“So, basically, you're not going to tell me what's really going on.”
“Yeah, I guess you could say something like that.”
“Alright, so I guess there's really no point in me asking any more questions if you're not going to tell me anything. Do you at least know how long I will be here? I don't have any clothes to wear and as much as I like this outfit, I can't run around here naked while I'm washing it because it’s the only one.”
He gave her this surprising look for a moment, and she saw lust fill his eyes. It was rather clear that his mind went immediately to her nakedness and Cassandra's face was red from even saying it out loud. Sometimes she really didn't have a filter and she wished she did. That was definitely one of those times that she wished she’d worded something a little differently, or maybe it would have been better if she would have omitted it altogether.
“Well, I'm sure that I can pick you up a few things.”
“Can you get me some things from my house?”
“No, I really can't.”
“Why not?”
“Because they might trail me from your house to my house. It will be harder to find my house, but yours may already be on the watch list. We can’t take that chance for clothes.”
“What harm could it do if no one is following you?”
He just shook his head like she didn't understand and that was pretty possible, because Cassandra did not know what the big deal was. Cassandra didn’t get why he was so sure they would track them there.
“Let's just say that these people are very good trackers and if we leave any crumb for them to follow, they will. As you have seen before, you really don't want them coming after you. You definitely don't want them finding us.”
Cassandra could certainly agree to that. She wanted to ask why the people were such great trackers that they would be able to do such a thing, but there was no point in pressing an issue. It was going to be much of the same. Cassandra wasn't going to get any real answers. He obviously didn't want to give them.
“So, I'm basically stuck here with one outfit?”
“You almost got burned alive in an inferno earlier today, just a few hours ago, and your chief complaint is that you only have one outfit?”
Cassandra slumped down in her chair a little bit. “When you say it like that, it seems pretty ridiculous, doesn't it?”
“No, just amusing. You are turning out to be nothing like I thought you would be.”
Cassandra didn't know how to take it, but she was going to take it as a compliment. It was certainly the first one of its kind from him and she was going to take what she could get. Cassandra changed her mind about him left and right. When she first met him, she hated him. When she went to work for him, she disliked him. As time went on, though, other feelings started to take over and they were the complete opposite of where it had all started. Cassandra didn't know if she was coming or going basically. She had no clue what was going to come next. Add in a little bit of danger, and it was like every single nerve-ending in her body was coming to life for the first time. She was afraid of it, the unknown feelings that it caused, but she was also exhilarated to no end.
***
That evening she went to bed pretty early. Cassandra had so much on her mind, so many questions that needed answers, and she knew that they probably wouldn't be answered for at least a while. Her new savior was a very confusing man. She had no idea what was going through his mind, even those she so desperately wanted to know. It was important, she knew that much. He was to play an important part in her life. She knew that for sure, but exactly what he was there for, she had no idea.
Cassandra tried her best to sleep, but it felt futile. Her mind was going a mile a minute, and nothing was going to stop it but real answers. Answers that she just wasn't going to get. Why did that bother her so much? He had come into her life, literally wrecked her life, as well as her car, and now he was messing with her in ways that she had not even thought were possible.
When Cassandra finally did fall asleep, she had another one of her disturbing dreams about dragons and mystery men. It was another hot one, and she woke up breathing a little faster and concerned with her sanity. Why did she keep having such dreams? It made no sense to her, but it worried her. Cassandra knew that it wasn't normal.
Because she couldn't sleep, and because she was so worked up by the dream that she had, Cassandra went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. She had seen it earlier when he was giving her a tour of the place and although she didn't drink tea very much, she knew that chamomile was good for calming. That was certainly what she needed right then. Her life was unbelievable and hard to deal with. She’d been thrown into danger and there was no end in sight.
“Can't sleep?”
His voice was gruff, and she jumped when she heard it. Cassandra had been in her own little world, thinking about the crazy dragon in her dream. She probably needed to see somebody about it. It couldn't be normal to have such dreams. Cassandra almost felt embarrassed about it and had to look away from him. It wasn't like he could read her mind or anything, but in that moment, she was certainly afraid of it.
“I wish you could see your face right now. You have the strangest look on it.”
She waved him off. “Just having some crazy dreams, that’s all.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Like ones that are just way out there. I think it's probably just everything going on. My head is trying to work it out, and it is coming up with some crazy stuff.”
“Sometimes it helps to tell people about your dreams. Maybe I'll be able to help you figure out what it means.”
